Seer
Her statement that she’d had a vision
was met by general derision.
They went west though she’d said, “Go east,”
and thus were eaten by the beast
or, overtaken by the flood.
died soaked in water or in blood.
So, the moral of this little tale
is heed your mystics or learn to bail
or run faster than the beast
lest you become his morning’s feast.
For Weekend Writing Prompt #443, the task was to write a 66 word story or poem on the subject of “Vision.”
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It would be hard to choose which sense is most stimulated by Mexico. I’ve written a few times about the sounds of Mexico as well as her flavors, but for me it is the visions of Mexico that top my sensory list of thrills. Time and time again, it has been color that has attracted the lens of my camera, but last week I exited Cafetto Saga and happened to look up at the monstrous “Egret tree” where egrets perch for the night and I was thrilled to have this opportunity to photograph white––not only the snowy perfection of egrets, but to also find that I was in a perfect location to photograph this mother and her chicks. The somewhat goofy appearance of the chicks offsets the elegance of the adults. I especially love the one of the chick stretched out to caress its mother’s beak. In fifteen years, I have never lost my excitement in viewing these graceful, gorgeous birds.
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